"Seeing this painting reappear here, you only thought about the artist's signature?" Nie Guangyi felt somewhat incredulous.
Meng Xin Zhi was taken aback by the question and then realized, "Of course, I should also thank you for preserving this painting until now."
"Anything else?" Nie Guangyi was even more amazed.
"Else?" Meng Xin Zhi really couldn't think of anything else.
"Don't you think that this painting of yours has some connection with the concept buildings I designed?"
"Of course not."
"Ah?" Nie Guangyi was, on the contrary, surprised, "Why not?"
"This was the first picture I ever drew; I was young at the time, first of all, didn't know how to paint, and then, I wasn't even sure what the modern building in my dreams actually looked like."
"You weren't sure yourself?"
"Right, the building in my dream was a process from vague to clear," Meng Xin Zhi explained, "If you had picked up the latter ones, I might have had to think about it."
"Is that really what you think?"
